A/N thanks to my good friend silentnature for the beautiful drawing of Lyra!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!

Her body warped, as long white scaly wings tore threw her flesh. Her fingers turned to talons, her face warped to be one of a reptile.

In Lyra's place was a white dragon with dark blue scales under her right eye,around her left eye and under her chin. Her arms were covered in dark blue scales mocking the tattoos on her arms.
Now fully transformed inches above the water, the white dragon pushes with all it's might to fly higher.

Lyra soared threw the sky as the sun beat down on the white dragon that took her place.  She avoided touching the water completely due to the law.

...

She had been flying for 2 days with no rest and the occasional fish that jumped in front of her, but eventually she reached the shore of what she thought was the north wood. It was freezing she could fell her lips freezing, and the tips of her white wings were turning blue.

"Just a little further?" Her eye lids threatened to close and freeze shut as she reached the shore, "I'll just land here." She began to lower herself to land on the black beach but she miss-shot and barreled into the frozen forest.

She rolled and tumbled threw the trees, branches snapped, and her tell came around and smacked her in the face. She rolled into a clearing and  could hear something shatter as glass embedded into her stomach. She was greeted with screams and calls for help. Her snort buried into the snow upon impact. She could feel the stares of whatever race was around her.

Her eye lids felt heavy as she morphed back into her human form, her orange curly had fallen out of the bun and it pooled around her head like a mane. She was drained and had a deranged look in her eyes.  Her eyelashes held snowflakes as it began snowing.

"Drákos, what brings you here?" A figure with a deep voice (obviously male) prodded, he tapped her with the blunt of his spear.

She growled at him as she lifted her head to see an Elf, he had graying hair but still held that regal look every elf held. "Drákos Are supposed to all be in the North wood of Fall, not here.  Your breaking the Law by coming here!" He growled.

 She lifted her head and gave him a crooked smile then spit in his face, 

"Ack you monster," He wiped the saliva away from his face and glared daggers at her,"Take her to the dungeon in till the elders and King Ral can figure out what to do with her."

Two men came up behind her and griped her arms, she struggled and managed to head-butt one of them, but the man from before came up and knocked her out. The last thing she saw was the hate in his eyes as he looked down at her.

...

She awoke in a warm cell, She could barely see her hands in front of her.  There were drips of freezing water falling from the ceiling and she flinched when one of them dropped a top her head. 

On the back wall a plank of wood was held with some rusted chain. Atop of this plank of wood was some old hay to act as a mattress, and then there was a rock and She could only guess that it was to act as a pillow. Lyra sighed and sat in the middle of her cell pulling her cloak up over her head.

"Well I screwed up. I came to the Elf Village in the west wood of winter, not the North wood." She grumbled to herself, she stuck her head in her cloak and attempted to fall asleep.

...

She awoke to the sound of a bucket being kicked and cursing. Lyra lifted her head to see the silhouette  of a man outside her cell, "Who goes there?" She called out.

She heard a loud gulp, and the silhouette approached her cell. From the faint light of a candle she could somewhat see that face of an elf. He had light green eyes and choppy blonde hair.

 "My name is Arthur Green and I have a proposition for you, " He began with a deep voice, " I will release you, If you can helllppp," His voice cracked making it high pitched and whiny. Lyra suppressed a laugh but a soft giggle found it's way from her mouth. He shot her a look  and began to clear his throat, " OKay. Okay that's better." His normal voice was very quiet but held humor. 

"Anyways I can break you out of here, you just need to help me get out of this place."

"Why should I trust you?" Intrigued by his offer she raised her brow. 

"You shouldn't." He scratched the back of his neck, and flinched at the slightest noise.

Lyra turned and sprawled herself onto the freezing stone and let out and exasperated sigh, "Do you know magic?"

"Of course of and Elf after all!" His tone grew louder and he gulped when he heard voices from down the poorly lit hall. 

"So do you agree or not, because i'm running short on time Drákos...." He began paceing in front of her cell.

"Do you have a plan?" She got up and grasped the freezing bars and pressed her face up against them.

"Um Yes." He stopped his pacing and stopped to look at her. "Is a it a good plan?" She tilted her head as her cold calculating eyes examined him.

"It's a plan!" He huffed, before he could say another word Lyra grabbed the front of his tunic and smashed him into her cell bars. "Enough games Elf break me out or i'll break you." She let out a low growl her eyes turning to slits.

"O-okay.." He fumbled with his hands to grasp the sliver key in his back pocket, "Here you go. Go crazy." He slid the key under the bars, as Lyra released her hold. She picked up the silver key, the handle was swirled so it almost looked like a clover and the tip was square. She wondered to the left of her cell, reached her arm out and felt the wall the side for a key-hole. She eventually found a notch that the key would fit in. She stuck the silver into the stone and with a snap to the left the cell door unlocked.

"Ugh!" Lyra stepped out into the cell and stretched her arms above her head,"Well at least that was a nice change of scenery!"

"It was a prison cell." The Elf deadpanned.

"I was being sarcastic you dumb Elf!" She huffed turning back to the Elf.

"You know that isn't what a thank you sounds like.." He shot back.

"I don't need to thank you! I would have escaped when the next guard to came by!" Lyra smiled as she imagined her escape route, it consisted of everyone who got in her way being massacred.

"Well Drákosit's time to go, guards will be hear soon." He turned down a hallway leading with a candle lit lantern. She grumbled but complied and followed him down the hall way, after a few minutes of silence Lyra asked, "Whats your name Elf?"

"Arthur." Arthur's face was illuminated by his lantern and Lyra swore she saw some resentment in his eyes. 

"How about yours Drákos?"

"Lyra." Her voice was suddenly soft as she spoke her name, as if she hadn't said it in along time.

After a few more minutes of silence a light was seen at the end of the tunnel, and a sharp breeze of wintry wind stung there bare skin. As they reached the opening Lyra peered out and and observed the carnage she had ensued. The massive green house that kept the elves food source alive has now in shatters among the snow. The tangled grape vines were now frozen and useless, as the villagers attempted to save what they could. A small girl with brown silky hair, sat alone in the snow while watching a home burn. Tears prickled her eyes and she had ash smeared on her face.

Arthur looked over the scene expressionless, he sighed and rubbed his temples while going over his decisions in life. 

"Lyra it's time to go." Arthurs voice held no humor now and he filled with adjusting his gloves. Elves don't get cold so they wear tunics and cotton dresses, Arthur was wearing a green tunic, loose leather pants and boots. He had a black tunic tied around his shoulders and was sporting a pair of gloves. He also had a loose sack similar to Lyra's.

She grasped the handles of the axes on her back, and readjusted her leather bound sack. Arthur had put up his hood and she did the same. They marched threw the snow being careful not to draw attention to Themistocles. By the time they reached the edge of the village Lyra was convinced her nose was going to fall off, she shivered and rubbed her arms.

Crunch 

Lyra halted abruptly and turned her cloaked head, the young girl she had seen earlier was now standing behind her with a look of disgust and horror written on her face. 

"You killed mama and papa." The girls voice was barley audible and the snow began to pick up.

"No I didn't, you have the wrong person." Lyra did her best to disguise her voice, but the little girl bore holes into her back with her gray eyes.

"You will pay. One day. One day you will feel the same emptiness and sadness I feel." The snow wiped passed Lyra's knocking down her hood, making the child gasp.

"I've already felt that pain." Without another word Lyra fought the wind in till she found Arthur.

 They were well into the woods by the time they found a small clearing. The snow had died down leaving a white blanket across the forest.

Arthur laid against a tree lighting a small pipe, he inhaled the smoke and and puffed out a circle into the cold woods.

Lyra on the other hand took out two stones and began sharpening her axes blades.

And that was when they heard it.

The scream.

It curdled their blood.

A women sat alone in a large Oak tree.

Wearing grey.